December 2015

Alexander 12:51

By Maddie B. 

I want your name,
Carved into the back of my heel.
A nice butterfly knife:
Perfect penmanship
I want it carved in cursive.
No matter how far I run,
You are always right behind me,
Arms out
Ready to grab me
Drag me.
Back to you
Eager to have me again,
I want it etched into my skin,
Broken bruised and bloody.
Because maybe,
When your memory
Is nothing more than scar tissue;
I will stop missing you.
Maybe I’ll even stop counting the days
Since you’ve been home.

Maddie is 17 and from Slocum, Pa. You can follow her at @queenmaddyblake. 


A Letter To My Depressed Self

By Cheyenne Pilarz

I am so happy you made the choice to stay 
Even when life felt grey 
You washed your eyes, 
Filled with lies 
Swallowed the pill of change, 
And it was strange, 
how life 
completely washed away 
my pride. 
All aside, 
I couldn’t cry. 
To my depressed self, 
You won 
Darkness has been gone 
When you didn’t sleep til dawn, 
came when it felt over 
God, if I could just be fucking sober.  
Scars on my body remind me of you 
But, some things don’t hurt like they used to.

Cheyenne is a freelance model, artist, and caregiver from Scranton, Pa. 

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